Poems on the topic: fear

Poems on the topic “fear” on Poets.by.

AnxiousDave Bonta

Heart Attack

A great knocking in me and I am down, I am wood. Hopes have to be settled on shore, but the water being almost at low water, fear is sure. I urge the surgeon on, my heart heavy for not hearing my heart.
AnxiousDave Bonta

Premonitory

Things against my going: the rain, a great deal of paper, the wind in the marsh. Oy. I chose the saddest color for a melancholy mother and had a fear I should see my house full of swords.
SadDave Bonta

Retiring

I am too afraid of any vice too late to give her that old gone heaven I dine on a breast of mutton all alone in the dark
AngryDave Bonta

Mother crow

without prejudice to mine who would the great leaders punish fear is a game poor people examined as suspected persons that they pitch upon to torture our mother crow in a strange hour commanded to ask who we were her face full of black rain like poison for a rook
AnxiousDave Bonta

Scallop

a scallop is absurd for ears and delicate of heart it heard an alarm and clapped only to go so I bless God but fear my candle going out
AnxiousDave Bonta

Bump in the night

fear is an ambassador knocking on every stair nightgown and slippers go as a soldier of the wind up against this ill wool of a night
AnxiousDave Bonta

Diner

I eat alone with haste night and other night in nature there is great variety but in fear, a home
AnxiousDave Bonta

Sanctum

I fear the open street. There is above my office door a calf’s head and we put up in the cellar a silk flag I found in the dirt, a key I found in the fire.
AnxiousDave Bonta

Handy

my fear is ready to hand and concise like a stone to carry when one travels or a castle of ink for the best pit I know
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Primates

We turn to the forest (and other things worth knowing by not knowing) to look our full at all we fear, our estate like a bauble bought with trouble, mind a pair of compasses to walk home.
AnxiousDave Bonta

Of human bondage

Alone, he is a castle keep, still with fear: will love find him in a lie, saying that it was the same outside as with a lock and a state…
AngryDave Bonta

Urban renewal

Our work was art, we gave meat to the poor but the best gates of the town shut for fear of the town— a design to prevent tomorrow, that we might err.

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